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EYE OF THE FIRESTORM - J.S. Cavalcante

A tall silhouette, black on the starry black of space. It would have been carved in obsidian from Vulcan's famed L-langon hills. Kirk stood for a moment in the spill of light from the open doorway, watching his first officer and closest friend stand staring out at the stars, unmoving.

He stepped inside.

The door shut, sealing both men into the profound darkness, the profound light. Kirk stayed rooted to the spot for an eternity as his eyes adjusted.

THE LAST HUNT - Alice Hooker

"Standard orbit, sir."

Sulu turned and his Captain simply nodded,leaping restlessly from the center seat after having st down for only a moment. Kirk crossed to the science station.

"Er...Mister Spock, please see to Ambassador Reed and his party. I'll be busy elsewhere."

Unable to meet the concerned eyes of his first officer, Kirk hurried from the bridge, leaving behind a worried and mystified Vulcan.

A LOGICAL COURTSHIP - Anne Marie

Captain James Kirk smiled happily to himself as he left his cabin and headed for the mess hall. He had just received orders for the Enterprise to continue her exploration of an uncharted area of space along the course the ship was travelling on; he was anticipating a pleasant evening of dinner followed by chess in the company of his best friend and first officer, Spock; and he had even finished all his paperwork.

A LOVE FOUND IN TIME - Shelley Butler

"Spock," the one named Kirk said, standing in the small, bright room that was designated his chambers. "You must come back with me." Looking at the proud warrior, he was looking at a stranger. "Something's happened to you, don't you remember?"

The Vulcan frowned. It was unsettling to hear the language that was spoken by this human. And that was what Kirk had called himself. So Spock began speaking this language with the human and found the words came easily. He did not remember, but he still knew this human.

He knew him deep within his dreams. He knew him from the visions rising out of his kat'ra. It was unfamiliar, but he knew him. And this knowing made the warrior want to take this Kirk into his arms and tell him of love. And show him love, with all of the passion.

BLUE COURAGE - Kay Wells

"Well, I guess this is really it this time," Captain James Kirk announced boldly as he turned from looking at the wall of rain just outside the tiny cave.

"I calculate the odds of our rescue at " his science officer started to say.

Kirk interrupted with a gesture of his hand, tattered shirt sleeve waving like a flag of surrender. "I really don't want to know the odds, Spock. Besides, how could you possibly calculate odds on something with so many unknown factors? No, don't answer that either.

The shuttle sank before you had a chance to manually activate the distress beacon and I can't believe we managed to lose both our communicators out there." Wearily, he waved in the general direction of everywhere. They had already had this same conversation several times in the days they had been trapped.

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May 1993